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got smacked in the face with endgame, so i’m more active on my marvel blog for the foreseeable future

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fuck i’m so close to finishing two projects eeeeeee

then afterwards i’m here yeehaw

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crucial muse development questions.   send a number in my inbox to find out more about my character as a person  ( because often, the most important things about character development have nothing to do with their shoe size or netflix queue ).

what would completely break your character?

what was the best thing in your character’s life?

what was the worst thing in your character’s life?

what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

what is your character reluctant to tell people?

how does your character feel about sex?

how many friends does your character have?

how many friends does your character want?

what would your character make a scene in public about?

for what would your character give their life?

what are your character’s major flaws?

what does your character pretend or try to care about?

how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

what is your character afraid of?

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my other dozen nardo oc’s @ me on my multimuse

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mmm reading the konoha crush chapters with light of the seven playing in the background is an Excellent Experience

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kinokami‌:

“He’s not at the office?” How perfectly odd. Tobirama was such a diligent man, never went anywhere without informing his replacement, never abandoned his post. 

Perhaps he was avoiding his student? Hashirama knew that this one was the Uchiha component of the team, which had been balanced to include all of the major clans joining the alliance of the village. It had been Tobirama’s idea to put it together, and it was Tobirama’s obligation to make it work. So far, he did.

Hashirama had met all of them (children) before, but his involvement with their training, their education, was entirely minimal, much to his regret. He’d much rather be educating the next generation than running the village, but democracy had spoken years ago and forced a position into his hands he never craved, but accepted gracefully nonetheless.

Uchiha…Kagami. That was his name. Hashirama would have known his clan by his hair and eyes alone. He spent too much time in Madara’s company to not know an Uchiha on sight.

“How strange.”

"I didn't find him there, Hokage-sama." He gives a little half-shrug. Far be it from him to know his sensei's exact whereabouts all the time. They’re a team, for sure, but he doesn’t need to know Torifu and Danzo’s exact locations all the time either. Kagami being Kagami, however, he still has a pretty good idea. He thinks Tobirama-sensei was close to the creation of a new jutsu and he knows (from experience, not that he'd freely admit that to the Hokage) experiments with ninjutsu usually mean property damage, even if Tobirama-sensei is one of the most careful people he knows. 

Maybe the most careful, now that he considers it. 

Regardless, if he was close to success, it's probably better he's not in the office, and maybe Kagami should check out the training grounds instead. 

Still, he lingers – it’s not often he sees the Hokage without at least two visible guards, much less can talk to him, and there’s a particular bit of a story Tobirama had shared with them a few weeks ago that’s been nagging at him ever since. “I’ll see if he’s at the training grounds, he did mention something about finishing a new jutsu. Before I go -- could I ask you something, if you’re not too busy?”

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biteheir‌:

“ karin , ” her voice is loud in this rundown and dusty temple. her hair a striking red against the dull colours of the place. she’s surprised that she’s managed to pull someone out of the noh masks – ( and without any training whatsoever ! ) and she’s smug herself at the ability that she wasn’t even sure she had. 

she hadn’t even expected to come in here - but the uzumaki symbol , even in half – drew her in. there’s disgust about her , at how the temple had been treated in mito’s and kushina’s wake - how no one had appeared to take care of the place. another reason for her to hate konoha - that they can’t even take care of a place that was so important to it’s ties with another village. it cemetes in her mind that konoha definitely played a role in it’s destruction.  “ uzumaki karin , ” there’s a low bow of respect - she remembers the stories. remembers her mother brushing her hair , telling her of the great empress of uzushiogakure who saved them by making ties with the senju to create a new land , a better land with no war to ravage it. ( that apparently had not gone over well. ) she straightens , pulling down on her jacket to cover bite-marked arms. she wouldn’t want the empress to see what had happened to her.  “ and you are uzumaki mito. ”

In life, there was little about herself she did not govern carefully. It was her birthright, a duty, to exercise a single-minded control over whatever she needed -- her destiny, abilities, and appearance. What little went against her, she finessed her way through it anyway. Considering that, it is telling that her resolution not be smug lasts for exactly three seconds; enough time for her to weigh the name and the bow of her caller. She could have gone for a benign smile, had a Konoha ninja managed to call her.

For an Uzumaki, it is different. It is easy to see Karin carries herself like a ninja. Her hair is not as long as was common, and she lacks a visible sign of affiliation to Uzushio or Konoha, but with that posture and that set to her face, she’s unmistakably an Uzumaki, even without the introduction.

A nod wouldn’t quite do her justice. She bows in turn.

“Uzumaki Karin.” She tries out the syllables for good measure, lets them fall away against the muted walls, and her smile widens. “What can I do for you, little sister?”

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manga cap coloring practice special thanks to @medibloom​ for enabling me (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*✲ﾟ*｡⋆

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akatdollie‌:

Sasori raised an eyebrow. Blond and tan, with markings on her face—yes, this was clearly Shukaku’s vessel, whom he had seen a couple times from afar.

Chiasa, if he recalled correctly, was stern at the best of times and bitter at the worst, always with the same undercurrent of anger—the one tail lingering under her tan skin, stinking the fresh air with his bloodlust.

No elegance. Unrefined. They were, frankly, a disgrace—not worth his time, nor his name.

“Apologies.” Sasori lifted his hand to his chest in a mock bow. “I am Rasa, member of the Kazekage’s Council. You are looking for Sasori—a common mistake.” Then he sighed heavily, as if the false identification was truly a burden.

“Sasori has dark red hair, like dried blood—‘Of the Red Sand’—and mine is like rubies, as in the treasury that I deal with,” he explained matter of factly. “If you need the Scorpion, he is usually in the barracks with the rest of the puppeteers. I suggest you look there.”

There’s a set to his face that she doesn’t like. He’s not entirely without animation, but carefully blank below, and he seems the sort that only ever lets out what they want you to see. (She never managed to get there, personally. Hasn’t had a reason to try beyond boredom. The only thing perpetual about her below the obvious is an undercurrent of hostility. Often, that is all there is to her.)

She can’t blame him for that, per se, for what are shinobi but professional liars, thieves, and killers? – but she also really can’t fault herself for wanting to prod and tear at it a little.

Small entertainments are a gift.

She lets out a gravelly laugh at his explanation and leans against the doorpost, utterly disinclined to move. “The closest your hair comes to treasure is redwood. If we’re calling that treasure.” She pauses – watches him through narrowed eyes, as if searching his features for something inexplicable.

“Unfortunately for you, I imagine Rasa has more wrinkles at this point, what with the war and all.” Her lips curve up slowly, deliberately widely, until there’s a grin to go along with that laugh, even if a baring of teeth would be a more accurate description. “You do have his suffering look down, though, I’ll give you that.”

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yahiko / aesthetic for @pillarofpeace <3

[andhungry]

PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.

‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘

‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘

‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘

‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘

‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘

‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘

‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘

‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘

‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘

‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘

‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘

‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘

‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘

‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘

‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘

‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘

‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘

‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘

‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘

‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘

‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘

‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘

‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘

‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘

‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘

‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘

‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘

‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘

‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘

‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘

‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘

‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘

‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘

‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘

‘  you promised me.  ‘

‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘

‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘

‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘

‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘

‘  better watch it.  ‘

‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘

‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘

‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘

‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘

‘  you look good.  ‘

‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘

‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘

‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘

‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘

‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘

‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘

‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘

‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘

‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘

‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘

‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘

‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘

‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘

‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘

‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘

‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘

‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘

‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘

‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘

‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘

‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘

‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘

‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘

‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘

‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘

‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘

‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘

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mmmm i want to make things. like this and i’ll make something of your (or our if i’m feelin’ it) muses (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

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Whenever she’s around other shinobi, it usually doesn’t last particularly long – Sunan platoons leaving the Land of Wind under her watchful eyes, or enemies whose last minutes of life have started. She guards more than she fights – Suna’s shield, conveniently far away from where she might do harm to their citizens, or worse, their valuable ninja. As such, she doesn’t do particularly well with having company around for any extended amount of time, period. Whenever she’s in the village proper, it’s enough to set her on edge. People everywhere, and they’re never loud in a way that drowns out Shukaku. Thankfully, the Kazekage’s office provides a brief respite. 

Shinobi, at least, can be tolerable, far more than civilians. 

She’s not particularly thrilled to be there, but as she stalks through the corridors, she still stops by the jonins’ meeting area. She gets snippets of information of those who return, but casualty lists aren’t send out by messenger to her, nor are the whispers that flitter through the rest of the ranks – rarely of use to her, but paying attention pays off. It’s nearly empty as she lingers in the door, gauging its sole occupant – takes in his hair, his stature, and thinks she knows who it is. 

“You’re the Scorpion, aren’t you?”

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Kagami is old enough to remember the time before Konoha, and that means it will probably never feel entirely natural to him to enter the compound of another clan without an intent to kill – however, that he can do it is in itself such a sign of trust extended to him, to the Village, that it almost compensates for his inherited unease. It’s not a Senju-thing, in all fairness, even though if there was a place to be wary, this would be it. He feels the same around the Shimura and the Akimichi, though none of the three have given him true reason for it.

It always feels like intruding, and it’s worse when he thinks that others think he’s loitering. Fuck. He’s dawdling like an idiot – and double fuck, that’s the Hokage right there. Small wonders that he hasn’t been speared through the neck by the kunai of one of the Hokage’s kin. (That’s his personal preferred action when it comes to unexpected visitors.)

“Sorry, Hokage-sama,” he stops his pacing to bow. “Have you by any chance seen Tobirama-sama? I need to deliver some scrolls to him, but I can’t find him anywhere.”

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There’s something laughably familiar about the way they guard the important things. Konoha’s streets have changed beyond anything she can recognize, but the people – they’re really not all that different. She drifts past two visible guards at the entrance of the tower – four more that are hidden (Anbu, she remembers, similar to the ones that reacted to her first arrival), almost imperceptibly moving along with her before she reaches the Hokage. The seventh.

She’s not quite over that yet.

However, she’s always been good at compartmentalizing her feelings (ignoring them in general), and she can put her unease and practical problems aside for an opportunity to deal with her burning curiosity. Well, at least, she thinks she can. The door is open, but still, she knocks the frame before she enters, lingering at the threshold. “Am I interrupting?”

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sasori / aesthetic for @akatdollie <3

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mmmm i want to make things. like this and i’ll make something of your (or our if i’m feelin’ it) muses (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞